Sitting in the visitor’s room is himThe companion of darkness,Who I often feared but not now.He has come to take me along,To guide and walk with me along,Through the unknown paths of live.

He has come to walk with me,Not through the live that I live now,But through the isolated path of lifeThat is to come after my death.

His face unseen and voice unheardYet so powerful to make me walkAll along, all alone, all along.As I was along, I would imagineHow his appearance would beAnd then visualize it.

His eyes so dark yet a smile on his lipsAnd I wish if I could smile like him nowFor, it’s the last chance for me to smile.He has come to take me alongTo guide and walk with meTo the next life I am to live.

I see my life waving her hands at meI see her bidding farewell to meThe life I had lived till now,The life that I dreamed, hopedWanted and had isn’t mine now.It has bid farewell to me.

The live I lived had given her placeFor the new companion to own.His waiting finally comes to an endHe is in the room now, with me.Helping me pack the memories,to carry along as he holds my hand.

i have often been a pessimist. and the post, just trying to write different from the present ways i write.and once again sir, thank you for the comment. so happy that you find to check the postings i do and comment. thank you so much.

Dear saji, thank you for coming here again, and i am sorry to say that at present i do not have a library membership and for the past 6 months i have been trying to get one :(once i get, i will surely read it.

Nice one. Death is inevitable but there is nothing to fear or worry about it. It is as natural as birth and growth. If a person leads a just life, is compassionate and honest, with death he moves on to a better phase of existence. Best wishes.